It’s been a while since I feel inspired by Writing Prompt at Creative Writing Ink. Lately, the images they chose were rather boring…I couldn’t come up with anything. This week is quite interesting.
At first, I wanted to write something about love…a poem…but it didn’t go well. I guess it’s hard for me to write about love when it doesn’t connect to my own life. After looking at the picture for several minute, I remembered my old short story and somehow it can be connected.
I thought, it could be like Memento (an amazing movie by Christopher Nolan)…I can make the story backward.
Here goes my Prequel 😉
Red On White
Sari was a bit surprised to see an envelope was attached with sticky tape on her front door. The envelope had no sending address and stamp, there was only two letters on it, dear Sari. Underneath her surprise, there was a thin layer of happiness. She imagined it from someone who admired her. It had the word dear before her name.
Sari took it off and brought it inside. It felt soft on her hand. She could tell that there was more than a letter inside the envelope. She threw her bag on the couch and sat on the floor. She put the envelope on the table and for the first time since she touched it, she could smell a sweet fragrance from it. She couldn’t put a name to it as her mind started drifting to romantic scene. Anonymous envelope that smelled nice could only mean one thing.
She opened it carefully. The sweet smell came rushing out to meet her nose. It was the fragrance of a fresh rose. She blushed when she saw the inside of the envelope. There were so many rose petals inside it. She took some petals out and smell it, endeavored it. She loved romantic movies and every bit of her instinct told her there’s a love letter inside it.
She poured everything inside the enveloped onto the table. It was a wonderful sight. So many rose petals and one unbroken rose. She was delighted. There was a letter amongst those petals. It was a postcard size white paper. She took it and flipped it over, but there was nothing written on it. She felt a bit disappointed.
Few days later, Sari met her best friend, Meeya. She told her about the envelope. Meeya told her to get over it, it was probably just a stupid prank. If it was a love letter, another one will follow she added. They talked about many things as most best friends did when they met.
“Oh! I almost forgot! My friend told me that he is going to have a New Year party at his place and he was going to make it as a mask party. I haven’t been to a theme party in years. Do you want to come along? I am allowed to bring a date,” Meeya winked at Sari. She added, “We can hunt for cute men there. It’s better than thinking about that envelope.”
Sari agreed.
They went to party with simple mask on their faces. Meeya introduced Sari to her friend and she got caught up in conversation with her friend. Sari spotted a man in Phantom of the Opera costume on her left. He was holding a single rose and was looking at her. She left Meeya and headed to Phantom man.
“Hi, nice costume,” Sari said.
“Thanks. You too.”
Sari was so sure he smiled underneath his mask. She really liked his deep and charismatic voice. Sari liked him straight away even though she hadn’t seen his face. She imagined him as a man with sweet smile that could easily break any girl’s heart. His baby blue eyes were shining when he laughed. He offered her a drink and they left the party to find a better place to talk.
Finding a better place to talk was a grave mistake.
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Why is it a grave mistake? You might have read my previous story before…or maybe you haven’t. Here is why it was a mistake for sari: Which Smile Lies Underneath.
nice story, Novia
Thank you Dezzy 🙂
I haven’t been much inspired by the recent pics either.. wasn’t really up for writing about ones with people in them. Unfortunately this one doesn’t inspire me much either.. I’m not too fond of the colour red .. 😀 Nice story though, fits the picture and I like how you connected it to the previous one!
I think a lot of people not that inspired too by those pictures. I only see 2 or 3 people joining in in each photo.
Thank Theresa, I know it wasn’t as thrilling as I wanted it to be…but I kinda hope I can make the story backward. maybe later I can write about how the killer spotted her.
Awesome story! Y’know it’s funny that I thought of Phantom of the Opera too when I saw that photo. Well you know WHO I’d picture in that mask/costume 😉 I haven’t had time to post about GB yet but you’ll know it when I do, he..he..
Thank you Ruth 🙂
Well…I know who you think but I think differently of the man in that mask 😉
I have your blog on my RSS, I sure will know it 😉
Wow, great. It’s very visual and evocative.There are only a few minor problems. It should say fragrance (you used two other words). Then you’d have to say “She blushed” not “was blushed”. And it would be “sight” not scene in “it was a wonderful scene”. I hope you don’t mind these comments.
Thank you sooo much for the correction Caroline, I really appreciate it :hug:
I am going to fix it now 🙂
Hey! Two related posts? That counts as a serial! 🙂
The first letter came. Sitting on her bed, she ran a graceful finger over the envelope, breaking its seal. She gingerly rummaged around inside the envelope until her fingers touched something soft-rose petals? Pinching the item between her thumb and index finger, she pulled it out of its container, the envelope dilapidating to the ground. She turned the object in her hands, watching silently as a rose petal fell out of place and floated airily on top of its original sealing. As she bent over to pick the fallen petal up, something white inside the envelope caught her eye. Was that…a letter?